Hope
When you’re lost, how do you know you’re on the right track again? You don’t. You just keep walking and hope you’ll reach somewhere.Sometimes you do.
When you’re lost, how do you know you’re on the right track again? You don’t. You just keep walking and hope you’ll reach somewhere.Sometimes you do.
A very quick update on yesterday’s street festival. It would have been nice if it had been a day-long fest and each of the events staggered a bit. I started out with a detailed itinerary, knowing even then the futility of trying to cover all the events. Kya karen, they…
I couldn’t sleep. I knew I had to. I stared in the direction of the wall in trepedition. I knew the clock’s hands were inching towards the crashing point. Perhaps they had already passed. I was too scared to switch on the light and check. If they had passed the…
I spotted Neil Dantas at The Wall Project and I just had to stop him to tell him just how I Style! he was! Isn’t his tee-shirt absolutely fab? It’s Bambaiyya in a way that nothing else starts to match.For the uninitiated, BEST, an acronym for Brihanmumbai Electric Supply and…
If there is a God,then why did he give me wings and a cage?
It has been nearly a week now since The Wall Project and I’m so happy to say that it was a stupendous, tremendous, awesome success! I was thrilled to have been part of the event. The photographs are still surfacing on Facebook, people tagging each other and comparing notes. Having…
I was just about to give up on this section as I found it rapidly running out of options. What’s more, it has gotten a little tiresome to discover that even the wildest of us only show our individuality in our footwear! Then, like a ray of neon, electric-strobe light,…
I’m back from my week-long break and I’ll write a more detailed post in due course of time. It’s been a week full of experiences (traveling to another place always is, isn’t it?). I still have to sort out my thoughts, shake the sand out of my shoes (yes, there…
He called me the gatekeeper of the great suburban conscience of Mumbai. Am I? Each time I write something serious about the city, I’m reminded of a friend bitching about the ultra-intellectual types who eat at McDonalds and come out and talk about the poor people in the country. Am…
Last evening I was overcome by an urge to eat chana masala, the buttery over-spicy type, all covered with raw mango chunks and unidentified (but delicious) stuff on top. The Juhu beach variety. And while at it, bring on a naariyalpaani as well. Why not I asked myself (and oh…